More like a man than a three year old, he tossed his envelopes on the stairs and silently shaking his head back and forth.
My husband comes down the stairs, meeting him at the bottom step to console Wyatt, rubbing his back as Wyatt curls his little body, cat-like in response.
Wyatt stands up, crinkles his nose and says "I don't want to give them to her anymore... she wasn't there."
"But you worked so hard, don't you think she'll be there next time".
Wyatt responds with one of my phrases (thrown back into my face) "I don't care!"
Love notes to a girl whose name he can't remember.
He spent a bit of time drawing pictures, running around getting envelopes, stuffing them inside and requesting that someone write on each one... To: My Girlfriend, From: Wyatt.
Ah, young, unrequited love.
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16 comments:
Awww! Well, some lucky girl is really missing out. :)
Aw! He's a budding Romeo (without the warring parents and duels and death and stuff). Love your blog title!
Tell him to send them to me!
Awww, poor baby. Let's hope this doesn't turn him off of love forever. Just maybe the next 10 or 20 years. :)
This is too fun! I thought I was the only one dealing with this!
Love it.
Bless his little heart.
What a sweet fella. :)
Ha ha. So sweet.
That is very lovely.
oh wyatt - i just want to give you a big ole hug!!
Well, at least they are generic enough that he can give them to his next love! :)
That is absolutely adorable!
Aww, honey! (I thought his handwriting was impressive until I finished reading the post.)
Poor guy...so cute and sweet!
This was so precious! What a brave little guy you have, too. Did he try to deliver them again?
Awww poor guy. That is just too cute
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